A/N: this is from Curley's Wife's POV! Sorry I couldn't come up wit a better title...the poem is better trust me
Watching
With eyes,
Like dark caverns.
Only seeing shallow things.
And sometimes,
That's how I want them
To see me.
I know what they say.
I'm all alone.
But never forgotten.
They take cautious steps
Around me.
Stuck in this prison,
With wide-open plains.
That I can never roam,
This state of mind hell.
How do they react
To the graze of a playful voice?
Hate me for what I'm worth?
For what they take in upon another's words?
Am I no better than the whores,
Who warmed their beds last Christmas?
At night, I've only got a frigid husband.
Doesn't sound much better.
But there is a heart in side this chest.
Though they might find that
Hard to believe.
Somebody just listen!
Fear forces their eyes away.
But I know.
With their dark caverns,
Watching.